Poems About NaPoWriMo2019 Seeking Friendly Advice
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Aloha
I call it a feeling I get.
When gentle tide rolls in a sprawl,
And the late burnished sun will set
As the last of summer stars fall.
The songs that strum aloha, sway.
I call it a feeling I get,
With a soft sigh from off the bay,
And voices of lovers I’ve met.
With their words saying no regret,
While I watch, I listen and sing.
I call it a feeling I get,
Of sweet memories that they bring.
In the sky, I hear over me,
It’s love coming home on a jet.
I cast my longing out to sea,
I call it...
When gentle tide rolls in a sprawl,
And the late burnished sun will set
As the last of summer stars fall.
The songs that strum aloha, sway.
I call it a feeling I get,
With a soft sigh from off the bay,
And voices of lovers I’ve met.
With their words saying no regret,
While I watch, I listen and sing.
I call it a feeling I get,
Of sweet memories that they bring.
In the sky, I hear over me,
It’s love coming home on a jet.
I cast my longing out to sea,
I call it...
#love
#sea
#lover
#LongDistanceRelationship
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Athwart
Athwart
(Thirty of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
In an odd way I think I am going to miss
the stress of having to spill my insides
all over the floor everyday of the week.
This is the beginning, is it not?
Onset to the end of the line when I enter
the gate of rest and repose, and I
suppose, Blue Berry Cheesecakes.
No more rocking chairs
swaying back and forth the lines
attempts to formulate reason
( from me one to zero rhymes)
laid out from left to right
posted and finished up this
writing...
(Thirty of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
In an odd way I think I am going to miss
the stress of having to spill my insides
all over the floor everyday of the week.
This is the beginning, is it not?
Onset to the end of the line when I enter
the gate of rest and repose, and I
suppose, Blue Berry Cheesecakes.
No more rocking chairs
swaying back and forth the lines
attempts to formulate reason
( from me one to zero rhymes)
laid out from left to right
posted and finished up this
writing...
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#emotional
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#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Les & Dug... and Mary Ford
( Prompt #16 )
There was always the player
of songs in his head, the worm
who had crawled out from
under the dead, of a concert
gone ballistic back in the States.
He’d passed out to a riff, a
duet to a banana clip,
in a pool of a Cuervo dream
that screamed in its stupor
as the worm tossed & writhed;
was baptized, down for the count.
But then, he slowly came to;
it was dark and he couldn’t tell,
nor who he was, what place
was this, why was it so cold.
He groaned. He felt so...
There was always the player
of songs in his head, the worm
who had crawled out from
under the dead, of a concert
gone ballistic back in the States.
He’d passed out to a riff, a
duet to a banana clip,
in a pool of a Cuervo dream
that screamed in its stupor
as the worm tossed & writhed;
was baptized, down for the count.
But then, he slowly came to;
it was dark and he couldn’t tell,
nor who he was, what place
was this, why was it so cold.
He groaned. He felt so...
#dreams
#music
#alcohol
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#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Lightning
Thunder surely won't scare me
but lightning might just blow me away
I'm awash amid all this sensation
as the rains have come out to play
the darkness, it doesn't bother
insecurity always gets in the way
keeps me in check with the servitude
where only these treetops would sway
winds may be daunting and arduous
but harnessed, won't lead one astray
the tethers are made to be tightened
and the lightning might brighten your day
but lightning might just blow me away
I'm awash amid all this sensation
as the rains have come out to play
the darkness, it doesn't bother
insecurity always gets in the way
keeps me in check with the servitude
where only these treetops would sway
winds may be daunting and arduous
but harnessed, won't lead one astray
the tethers are made to be tightened
and the lightning might brighten your day
#storm
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Forever Dreaming
Forever dreaming in my dreams
Of everything yet nothing new,
With visions showing dark extremes
Where flights of fantasies go to.
A comet stretched a million times
( Forever dreaming in my dreams ),
Seen leaving trails of stars behind;
I marvel, but I hear no screams.
Rewriting all my hopes & schemes,
On time continuum, I ride.
Forever dreaming in my dreams,
As parallel of worlds collide.
For me to take a quantum leap:
A quest for life and what it means,
I went a thousand light years deep,
Forever...
Of everything yet nothing new,
With visions showing dark extremes
Where flights of fantasies go to.
A comet stretched a million times
( Forever dreaming in my dreams ),
Seen leaving trails of stars behind;
I marvel, but I hear no screams.
Rewriting all my hopes & schemes,
On time continuum, I ride.
Forever dreaming in my dreams,
As parallel of worlds collide.
For me to take a quantum leap:
A quest for life and what it means,
I went a thousand light years deep,
Forever...
#dreams
#universe
#stars
#nightmares
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(my) vociferation
(my) vociferation
(Twenty-Nine of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
Throughout every day of being, living
words I use unaware of the damage
they can do, have done. . .
However,
we carry on
blindly tossing out syllable after
syllable with unseen accuracies
piercing hearts and souls
often, never being made aware.
Is it our pride that causes us to
not notice the carnage our biting
words leave in their wake?
A battlefield of love, laughter, tears
all silenced crumpled bodies
already...
(Twenty-Nine of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
Throughout every day of being, living
words I use unaware of the damage
they can do, have done. . .
However,
we carry on
blindly tossing out syllable after
syllable with unseen accuracies
piercing hearts and souls
often, never being made aware.
Is it our pride that causes us to
not notice the carnage our biting
words leave in their wake?
A battlefield of love, laughter, tears
all silenced crumpled bodies
already...
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#humankind
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#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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A Single Drop
I am a child of the universe
A part of this vast and expansive cosmos
Just like the sun and the moon and the stars
I am made up of the four elements
The air, water, earth and fire
I embody their nature in my being
I am the air I breathe in and breathe out
I share the life-giving air with other creations
Where I am the vessel of exchange in the web of life
My body is made up of mostly water
The same water that gives and nourish life of other living things
I am molded from the earth and fashioned to perfection by the...
A part of this vast and expansive cosmos
Just like the sun and the moon and the stars
I am made up of the four elements
The air, water, earth and fire
I embody their nature in my being
I am the air I breathe in and breathe out
I share the life-giving air with other creations
Where I am the vessel of exchange in the web of life
My body is made up of mostly water
The same water that gives and nourish life of other living things
I am molded from the earth and fashioned to perfection by the...
#universe
#SelfReflection
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2019
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2019
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Breathless Views
Morning breaks her trance
and here I stand, in front of you
in awe, in anticipation
waiting, watching
the dawn, the eruption
the sparkle in those eyes dancing
daylight rises, the roses bloom
the scent of honeysuckle drips off your smile
still, so still, my heart plays
the perfect melody, for two
as we tangle and tango
throughout the afternoon
the stars sit patiently
out on back
waiting for their moment to shine
to sparkle in your eye
but they won't get their chance ...
and here I stand, in front of you
in awe, in anticipation
waiting, watching
the dawn, the eruption
the sparkle in those eyes dancing
daylight rises, the roses bloom
the scent of honeysuckle drips off your smile
still, so still, my heart plays
the perfect melody, for two
as we tangle and tango
throughout the afternoon
the stars sit patiently
out on back
waiting for their moment to shine
to sparkle in your eye
but they won't get their chance ...
#love
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Coming Of Age: Notes of an Online Journal
Coming Of Age”
Back then I was
diminutive and dainty,
was I not;
when you first
laid hands,
softer than
a living man’s,
upon this gypsy
olive skin.
Unsullied
of any other,
and had no words
no sight, heard
not a sound,
appearing
in dreams,
and then awoke.
Each bird songs’ note
of morning trill,
was parch’d
when sunrise
bore passage
of myself
into unholiness
with the Lord.
Not from on high,
that sees
and knows all,
what...
Back then I was
diminutive and dainty,
was I not;
when you first
laid hands,
softer than
a living man’s,
upon this gypsy
olive skin.
Unsullied
of any other,
and had no words
no sight, heard
not a sound,
appearing
in dreams,
and then awoke.
Each bird songs’ note
of morning trill,
was parch’d
when sunrise
bore passage
of myself
into unholiness
with the Lord.
Not from on high,
that sees
and knows all,
what...
#childhood
#abuse
#dreams
#oppression
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Fever
While gazing at the moon, I think of him,
As if he’s shouting back ‘wish you were here’.
But he’s much closer to in vision dim,
Were I to journey there, he’d disappear.
A force begins to gust as night relents,
While gazing at the moon, I think of him.
I catch a chill which has the wind repent,
For cutting ‘tween my heart & lover’s whim.
But it’s too late, condition’s turning grim,
What can I do, for I am all alone.
While gazing at the moon, I think of him,
To have him feel the love for my atone.
With fever,...
As if he’s shouting back ‘wish you were here’.
But he’s much closer to in vision dim,
Were I to journey there, he’d disappear.
A force begins to gust as night relents,
While gazing at the moon, I think of him.
I catch a chill which has the wind repent,
For cutting ‘tween my heart & lover’s whim.
But it’s too late, condition’s turning grim,
What can I do, for I am all alone.
While gazing at the moon, I think of him,
To have him feel the love for my atone.
With fever,...
#love
#moon
#lover
#illness
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Vanessa cardui
Vanessa cardui
(Twenty-Eight of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
The most common throughout the world
I am the most uncommon
to take flight from inching my way
from a single plant, planted
by my own fears of free spirited flight.
I wasted youthful moments
sybaritic pursuits trying to sate my
insatiable selfish desires. . .lusts
it was not until I discovered
transformed myself
wanting to be liberated from routine
I became new
Gifting kindness and compassion
for others are my keys to unlock ...
(Twenty-Eight of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
The most common throughout the world
I am the most uncommon
to take flight from inching my way
from a single plant, planted
by my own fears of free spirited flight.
I wasted youthful moments
sybaritic pursuits trying to sate my
insatiable selfish desires. . .lusts
it was not until I discovered
transformed myself
wanting to be liberated from routine
I became new
Gifting kindness and compassion
for others are my keys to unlock ...
#love
#nature
#SelfReflection
#NaPoWriMo2019
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Longing For The Rain
I long for the touch of rain on my skin
For its sweet taste on my lips like a lover's kiss
I want to feel the rain wrapping me in its cold embrace
In this blazing summer heat
I want to soak myself in the fresh, falling heavens tears
To cleanse and purify my soul from my impurities
I want to sing in the rain, to squeal with delight
As I dance with joy bubbling in my heart
I want to relive those childhood years
To just be a child again for a moment in my life
I want to feel that happiness again
To drown my pain...
For its sweet taste on my lips like a lover's kiss
I want to feel the rain wrapping me in its cold embrace
In this blazing summer heat
I want to soak myself in the fresh, falling heavens tears
To cleanse and purify my soul from my impurities
I want to sing in the rain, to squeal with delight
As I dance with joy bubbling in my heart
I want to relive those childhood years
To just be a child again for a moment in my life
I want to feel that happiness again
To drown my pain...
#love
#rain
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